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Every once in a blue moon, you pop into my head for a brief moment (usually because I see someone who looks like you). And I wonder if you are secretly keeping tabs on me from afar, locked in a room somewhere against your will, or dead.

I hope I’m wrong. I hope you just went somewhere far, far away, did not keep in touch with anyone, and started brand new and are doing very well and are truly happy with yourself.

It’s probably one or the other, not anything in between. I think you’re either still “insane” and miserable OR you’re incredibly happy and successful. (Or dead).

I don’t know if I’d want to ever see you again or talk to you. It would be too weird.  When I found out what happened, I was kind of creeped out. I’m sorry. But I would like to know that you’re okay at least, preferably from someone else telling me, not from you personally. I don’t hate you at all. But I would just feel uncomfortable.  Then again, years have passed. I could have just known you at a really dark time in your life. But at the same time, out of all the people I knew back then, have any of them really changed?